A lot can happen in 9 months

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.


45. Sorry what?


"Zoe, I love you so much! You and Darcy make me the happiest guy on Earth and I can't imagine being with anyone but you. Will you marry me?"

Did Harry just say that?


"Sorry what?"

Will you marry me?

By now Train was just standing there waiting for me to answer Harry.

"Of course I will!"

Harry slipped the giant ring onto my finger. He kissed me, my heart felt like this was our first kiss all over again. I loved this man. He's my soul mate.

Train then started to play "Marry Me." Harry and I danced all night. I have never been this happy in my life. I could die right now and be happy. My life was now complete.

Harry and I left the arena and headed home. I scooted over right beside Harry in the Car. He grabbed my hand and I rested me head on his shoulder.

We got home and headed into the flat. The boys were all watching TV. Darcy was in her nursery. Harry wanted the boys to be the first to know.

Guys, can we talk to you?

The boys all turned and looked at us. 

Zoe and I are getting married.

They all jumped out of their seats and ran over to us. They gave us a big group hug. They asked to see the ring.

Holy fucking shit. That fucker is huge.

That's awesome! Don't let Danielle see it or I'll have to live up to it.

The boys and I all talked for a good hour. They all left except for Louis obviously. 

You better not be moving out cause I have no use for a nursery.

"Lou, we aren't gonna leave. This is our home.

Louis went to bed, leaving Harry and I in the living room alone.

You know, we haven't had a chance to "connect" in awhile.

He gets right to the point doesn't he.

"Very true. Plus I have a flat stomach now not a round baby filled one. More comfortable."

Harry picked me up off of the couch and brought me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and climbed on top of me. His hands made their way to the buttons on my shirt. He starts at the bottom, unbuttoning each one with ease. He never lost focus, continuing to kiss me as he undressed me. He grinds against me, making me gasp and pull away from his lips. He sets to work on marking my neck with a love bite. My body tenses up out of arousal and my hands, previously on his chest, grab fistfuls of his shirt. A small moan comes out of my throat as his lips move along my neck slightly, slowly, and it's torturing me.

He grabbed me a flipped me on top of him. Our position becomes something of me straddling him, my legs spread on either side of his hips. My hands moved down so I can pull his shirt off, and I threw it across the room out of pure sexual frustration. The shirt landed right in the laundry bin. Harry chuckled "Nice Shot." before pressing his lips back to mine. 

My fingers' trail until I get to where his belt holds up his pants. It undoes easily, I pull the belt through his belt loops. I tossed it behind me. Before I can make another move he moves his hands towards my shorts, making sure to let his fingers trace slowly up the zipper before he gets to the button. He undoes it with the skill of an Olympian. 

Harry flips us one more time so he is back on top of me. He likes being in-charge. He slides his hands down to my shorts and with one quick move he throws them behind him. 

Harry wastes no more time. He unzips his pants takes them off and just like mine he throws them. I couldn't wait anymore. I unhooked my bra and threw it to the ground I snaked myself out of my panties. Harry had a shocked look on his face. 

We hadn't had sex in such a long time it felt like a new experience. He then pulled down his boxer-briefs and climbed closer to me. Harry’s massive hands grip my hips to steady me, and I feel him graze my opening. I breathe out softly and my hips lift to accommodate him. Just like that he’s inside me. So barely I only have time to let out a small “oh,” and adjust before he pushes deeper, then completely withdraws. He grazes over me once more, pushing in just slightly, then back out.

“Harry, stop teasing me,” I breathe, and it barely even comes out. I push my hips against his at the perfect moment and he’s almost fully inside me. I gasp at the new feeling. Harry takes a quick breath and his hands are back to my hips, and he pulls out then crashes into me again. I gasp for air with each thrust, and it feels like he gets deeper each time. Every part of me burns intensely and I cry out his name. His pace quickens - harder, deeper now. The tension builds quickly and I realize I’m not going to last much longer.

“Oh my God,” I moan.

Before I can even get the words out, my body tenses and I let out a moan, his name on my lips for some of it as I feel release flood over me. He pushes into me, short, shallow strokes meant to lengthen his orgasm. He didn't last much longer, though, and he collapses on top of me. It’s over.

We just laid there. It has been a long time coming. After everything we have been through, we needed to feel that connection one more time. Harry and I got underneath the covers and he wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me in close and I rested my head on his chest.

I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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